The Fires Of Ten Thousand Hatreds
Simple little stiches,
Are all that holds me together.
Yet within, the fires of ten thousand hatreds,
Burns, and tourtures my soul.
A mask to hide my tears,
Fake smiles to mask my frowns.
Slits for my eyes, but not for my liner,
And one hundred dead people smothering me.
Gold lips, black eyes,
Just how I like it.
And now the stiches are bursting,
Slashing my heart to pieces,
With the fires of ten thousand hatreds.